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crossword puzzle
03:24
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i heard a voice calling me a poet when i was doing nothing but writing down words
about bad jokes and heavy smokers in the corners and the backyards of the world
but it wouldn’t change anything about the way you would feel
it just made me feel stupid
I heard a voice calling me patient when time was the last thing I was trying to spend
and all my efforts to appear to be cool and spontaneous came across like some lousy attempt
but it wouldn’t change anything about the way I would feel
just a little more desperate
just like some crossword puzzle in the paper
just when you think you’re good there are still some words missing
some say failing to attempt is attempting to fail
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2. |
how the story ends
03:03
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offices in glass houses offer views into their lives
into coffee breaks and them working overtime
in this world of stars and models you’ll never be one of them
no matter what it seems
and your money will rot in your fountains
we’re busy catching our dreams
hoping they will turn out right for a meaning in life
this is how the story ends
distances seem to get shorter with our planes up in the sky
these tiny blinking lights in red and green and white
but these letters and hearts we carved into trees
are not gonna save a single relationship
and your money will rot in your fountains
I see pictures of them waving flags somewhere on tv
and I realize we all will have to face death alone some day
then I wanna to able to say I was who I wanted to be
without a to do before I die list
and a pack full of aspirin
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papercuts
04:53
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I close my eyes and pretend I’m still asleep
on solid ground
these easy lies I’m willing to believe
they drag me down
black and white when I need colors
wrong or right- meaningless to me
these golden stairs that lead nowhere but down
in front of me
their souls would leave footprints as he sang out there in bright light
mine would vanish in a haze
a distance is growing
smiling faces turning away
I’m hiding
smiles so completely meaningless
I’ve grown numb
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then the lights went out, the noise of car doors closing, some standard phrases
“let’s meet again. I hope the kids are doing fine and at the office everything is well.
you really should be proud…..”
footsteps, talk and laughter echo and slowly turn into a shadow no photograph or paper can retell
as the days go by we figure out who we wanna be
we all live different lives but share our dreams
she leaves the house when the streets are still empty but familiar
‘cause there are managers playing god and kids playing gangster
and there’s a lousy job that keeps her off the street
I watch you breathing as you’re lying next to me
I hear a train pass by and I fall asleep
I got a picture of you smiling with me wherever I go
I got a wallet full of business cards I don’t know any faces to
these names on colored paper
like Xs on a map I left there right under my bed
as I figured out who I wanted to be
it’s all stored inside my head for you to see
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I am not the one to tell what's a good or bad idea
I just thought that I could change the world with words and great ideals
I keep listening but I don't understand the music that they play
they keep talking but their language isn't mine
it seems like rock n' roll is dead anyway
I am not the one to tell what's a good or bad idea
I just thought that I could change the world with words and great ideals
I keep listening hoping for something real-
some sound that makes me feel and gives me goose bumps
instead of million dollar contracts killing all the innocence
'cause we got wallpapers with beaches and neon green palm trees
we got nineteenth century poetry written in red and black
romantic and breathless
and I want to believe that rock n' roll ain't dead yet
all this noise around me is getting more so I whisper
I reach out for the soft hands of yours and scream
I am not the one to tell what's a good or bad idea
I just thought that I could change the world with words and great ideals
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6. |
old man
03:35
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there’s an old man drinking in front of my window
I saw him before just a few days ago
back then he looked desperate but way better than now
telling the story of a frown
there’s a clock on the wall where it’s always eight fifteen
there are the same old faces walking by each day
and if I stay for too long I might become just one of them
so I’d better run while I still can
‘cause it’s easy to make them smile
but it’s hard to make them happy
and it’s freezing in the night alone
trying to make it home
there’s an old man drinking in front of my window
his eyes are staring back at me
as if they were asking “are you ready for this game?”
I guess I’m gonna see this guy again
though we’re living door to door I don’t even know their names
we can choose from fifty flavours but to me they’re all the same
I’d like to say that I still care but I’ve learned just to pretend
still I’d like to understand
why it’s easy to make them smile
but it’s hard to make them happy
it’s freezing in my room alone
trying to call it home
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7. |
symbiosis
03:02
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what happened to our plans never to grow up
as years go by my hair is turning grey
we lost it all again
we thought we were so smart
and now I’m here with nothing else to say
I found you looking tired waiting for a turn
feeling puzzled and confused
so very in denial- unable to return
you’d gambled high and now you feared to lose
she used to be pretty
now she just looks tired and wrinkles tell a story of their own
every major city shares pockets full of silence
where crowded streets still show us a way home
always half a step behind
life’s so different to your dreams
I wanna see what’s out there for me to find
and save a smile for when the two of us will meet
no questions no further lies
I’ve packed my bags with only what I need
excuses I’ll leave behind and save a smile for when the two of us will meet
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black and white picture
04:12
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I found some black and white picture somewhere in my room
it showed some houses that were torn down long ago
now numerous office buildings form a silhuette
a giant backdrop for our lives and small regrets
and times we won't forget
around the corner there's an old coffee shop
we would go there to talk about dreams and convince us never to stop
around the corner our ideas became alive
we grow older and find our closets organized but chaos still is our lives
I found some black and white t-shirt that said live your dreams
though its colors were fading I still liked its meaning
'cause in the morning paper next to coffee stains
there's a huge discussion about future plans
and them building power plants
around the corner there's an old coffee shop
we would go there to talk about dreams and convince us never to stop
around the corner our ideas would become alive
we grow older and find our closets organized but chaos still is our lives
when I was out there in the rain you were there to help me believe that
the sun would eventually come out again
i'll bring a bottle of wine and we meet where it all began
let us talk through the night
laugh and kiss before we turn off the light
and we'll all be alright
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drawings of knives
03:49
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in some corner staring at walls
black eyes and bruises are none of your business at all
years of silence drawings of knives
one never knows what's going on in other people's lives
then we can't get through to see what is inside
as we cannot see the scars they try to hide
remain silent don't make a sound
I fell down some stairs I swear it's nothing
it must have happened as I hit the ground
and i'm not like you I just wanna be on my own
I guess it's all my fault
sometimes I dream myself away
I don't wanna go home
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relief
02:52
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then they’re desperate enough to let go
all these pale faces speak a language of their own
trading hope for truth
I’m somewhere in between
tired of being tired all the time
doing analysis of gestures
trying to take them as a smile- as something to believe in
something that can’t be washed away like names written in the sand
I wanna put my old excuses in a box like letters never sent and call it relief
these things we take for granted and we think that we deserve
what if these are just everyday miracles that take away your breath
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11. |
a place called home
04:27
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on the streets with all these people rushing by
I was hoping for a smile offering me confidence
in between our short hellos and harsh goodbyes
we dug deeper and uncovered bones
a history we’d like to deny and learned nothing from
in this city of a million beating hearts
those who don’t have to sleep alone are the privileged ones
(I see a fifteen year old mother doing drugs)
we call it civilized but don’t know when to stop
we dug deeper and uncovered bones
a history we’d like to deny and learned nothing from
look for a place called home
we all need a shoulder to lean on to feel save
no gun or stricter law will help us sleep at night
more pills in hidden drawers won’t make us feel alright
earlier in time they used sticks and stones
what else will they find when they uncover our bones
look for a place called home
we all need a shoulder to lean on to feel save
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Chris Magerl Graz, Austria
after playing in bands like sick of silence and once tasted life and touring with them through europe and canada for a few
years chris magerl decided to start a solo project and to release a debut record in 2008.
if though chris magerl can be described as an acoustic artist one can still hear his punk und hardcore influence in his music.
albums:
a new season (2008)
places (2014)
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